I never got picked when teams were being chosen. I was the last one standing, the one that no one wanted, the one some team got stuck with. I was the one they put in a position where I was gone quickly, back to the bench, back to the sidelines, back to watching the kids who could play sports, the kids who had friends, the kids who were normal.

There was obviously something wrong with me.

I made some friends when I moved here. It’s been a few years. People I thought were really good friends seem to no longer have time for me.